Valfunde Perar,
Deliar, The Buckle
Lord Valfunde turned when a legionnaire stepped forth from the silent crowd that seemed to wish and pretend nothing was happening here, though he weathered many bad looks in his back as he turned to face the soldier. He let a small smile form and laughed heartily at Robin's humor. "Obviously your comrade seems better suited to grabbing slow, young girls than he is to catching fast, hearty barbarians." He said, looking back for a second at Jymson, getting a better look at the rugged old man. He looked back at the soldier, who seemed remarkably calm speaking to the Lord, but it wasn't clear to him yet whether this was the confidence of command or of the drink.
"...he'd have gotten Vincent flogged a long time ago." the soldier concluded, grinning over down the bar where Valfunde assumed his squad sat, their faces reddening in fear. Not their commander, then? He stared back at the soldiers, whose young eyes immediately swung downward, then looked around again, assessing the crowd. "Hmmm.. it seems to me indeed that thine adulterous comrade was at fault for his own injury," he cleared his throat, and spoke up clearly, his voice thick with ceremony, "I toss away the charge of attempted murder from the... good name of Jymson Fletcher. In the Emperor's own shadow, you have been found cleared and not wanting." He looked back at Robin, and smiled pleasantly, though the smile didn't seem to spread through his whole face. "I thank thee for your word too, soldier! What is your name? Your uniform tells me you wield a pike in our Legions. A good weapon, aye." His thoughts strayed momentarily to front action years ago, watching a unit of scared pikemen hold their position in the bloodied snow against a mob of messy-haired barbarians... His adjutant made a slight flick of his shoulder to him, and he stealthily nodded in reaction, zapping back to reality; and noticed then a messenger had scrambled in the door a minute before, and stood waiting nearby for his attention. It was cold outside, but the man's face was red and sweaty still.
He held out his hand, offering the soldier a chance to come forth and share a drink by the bar, as the bar's denizens calmed down, realizing their patron was no longer endangered. Valfudne turned to Jymson, and bowed slightly, a very official move. "I apologize for the damage this arrest may have done to thee. I am glad I found no reason to haul any man out of here, least of them ye." There was a passing, tiny hint of something cruel in his eyes as he smiled again. "I sent a runner to ensure the soldier responsible's been found. I am sure he will love the stocks in your stead." He indicated Robin with a thumb. "And another round for the pikeman 'ere and his lads. There's been too much turmoil here lately."